[elaif]

:*:Vulture'fang:*:

The weather was bitter and wet, this obviously was a mixture even the devil himself couldn't stand. Barren branches above clattered against each other, as a frosty breeze took its toll across the dense territory of Thunder-clan. Vulture'fang felt a shiver run along his spine, and pulled his thickly furred tail closer to his body. Although the former rogue used to love this type of weather, he found himself lacking any fondness for the frost bitten ground and his numb aching limbs he developed after every nightly rest.
He took a rather large intake of breath and let it back out in an irritated manor. The weather wasn't the only thing damping his mood, it was his mental state and sanity that was more or less spiraling down into a pit of madness. Joining this wretched clan had only made his conditions worse, and the soul purpose of joining had completely vanished. He supposed that was his fault for acting on fleeting feelings. But who could blame him? Anyone would've done the same exact thing.
Vulture'fang blinked, slowly letting his thoughts disperse. No matter how unsociable he wanted to seem he gravely needed someone to talk to, and who knows? Maybe that someone could cool his nerves.... but at the moment he would have to cope with his emotions.

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